Persistence of Death
by Marcus Goldberg the flame of the candle went sailing as the smoke from its darkness entered my lungs
say No to democracy
by Diana Todea yells passing the Sabbath choir Muslim girls covered in death’s breath Israel praying in mud with fingers crossed my pagan ache is a black line over the continents
We are all Jews
by Diana Todea the right and wrong, the Christian tale collapse- the Germans look behind and hit the wall the Jews enslaved
Outside in this dream
by Diana Todea The murmur of your voice pulsates, breathes in water. Outside your body, the herbs have stopped your heart,
Ent-Fernung
by Lucia Dărămuş Autumn has never been more beautiful as now the grain of rain weeps on the leaf — heart, painted poem of God which hangs in the shah of life Ent-Fernung!
Celebration
by Ioana Jucan The car .. was being driven safely on the asphalt highway. It was a newly purchased 280-hp, 3.6 liter V6 VW Passat as white as the thick head of foam of freshly boiled milk. It was a dragon-car neither too big nor too small – exactly the perfect size for its four […]
La Journée
by Ioana Jucan Ripe. Riper. Ripest. Ripening. Ripeningly. Ripened. Rip/Ready.
Sound from Sahara
by Diana Todea metal skies-black bones in the desert pray for rain, pagan monk silence no tear
Cannibals
[Van Diemen’s Land] by Diana Todea God, what if we are all preys and hunters, crawling beneath bushes and trees, holding our breath till one of us passes
Drive in the orbit
by Diana Todea let’s drive in the orbit of time clash with machines & ambivalent speeds fast/forward meeting place